Depression..Rejected

The brisk wind foretells of winters pending arrival.
The trees now just skeletal remains having long since lost their leaves, stand as a grim reminder.
There is a kind of gloom now. In this moment between full life and winter's new snow.
It's a sadness which haunts me, and begs I seek solace in the warmth and sun.
but I cannot, for it is not my time and I am doomed to wait.

As I gaze about feeling the great loss my heart quickens. For there by the falling waters of a high mountain stream is a solitary tree.
It is ablaze with fall's passion. Fighting each day to hold each leaf.
Her colors seem most vivid now. A stark contrast to the grey seemingly lifeless forms around her.
I look upon that tree and know all is ok. For if a solitary tree can fight winter's onslaught, then so too can I.
And when next you see the new life sprouting from the skeletons of winter think of me.
Say my name, so all others will understand. I too have returned, as promised, as fortold.
I am Spring....